"I'm not allowed to speak to you and I'm not going to, after this." She swooped on the puppy and held him.

"See what George brought home from Plymouth for me.

Isn't he a beauty ?" Held so, by the scruff of his neck, he was not a beauty.

Taffy had it on the tip of his tongue to tell her about the collar.

He wished he had brought it.
"I wonder," she went on pensively, "your mother had the heart to dress you out in that style.